sunday evening, week 2

[ Another Sunday, and another body to clean up. He leaves the responsibility to others, as before; the only thing about the entire debacle that matters is that it wasn't him or Nino with their necks in the proverbial guillotine. Normally, he'd be happy to leave things at that. However, for Nino's sake, he said he'd work on stopping this madness. And, with little to no headway made, he decides he needs to try working independently.

Lucina had agreed to trade her life for Nino's: she seems as good a place to start as any for that reason alone. Jaffar will approach her wherever she can be found later in the day, no matter how out of the way it may be. What sort of assassin would he be if he couldn't track people. ]

... Lucina.

sunday evening, week 2

[ at present, Jacopo is probably the most puzzling man on the island in Jaffar's eyes. Upon first impression, he'd pinned him as a pragmatic and assertive leader-type, serious and unbending. Needless to say, that image has all but dissolved now - had it been Nino's effect on him, perhaps, that made him change his demeanor? Either way, the difference between who Jaffar thought he was and who he's shown himself to be is large enough to make him want to look into him further.

That, and he's been kind. Oddly kind. Kind enough to embarrass himself. Jaffar has no idea what to make of it.

Sunday evening, after Austria's been killed, he approaches Jacopo's hut and raps on the door - arriving, for once, on his lonesome. ]